Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life

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West of Eden

Kadamb reached down for a chunk of earth. Dry and brittle, it gave way easily to his practiced fingers, and the re-pulverized bits sifted back down to where he had disturbed it. This was the place. Here.

Clean Slate

My dog is small and old and he has an old man’s problems. Namely, that he has a hard time taking shits. He’s not doing too bad, considering I found him half-dead on the side of the road. I was… Continue Reading →

Confidence

Some guy once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” You ask me, they were being nice. I learned how to con from my dad. He would wink at me and say, “Cody, the trick is to learn that everyone… Continue Reading →

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